Fractals

Fractals Chapter Thirty Four (NC-17)
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Kitty shook her head and stared at her hands before responding to Astrid. “I just don’t know. It’s insane. I mean… I know we exist. But most of the world wouldn’t believe it. It’d be like the Easter Bunny being really real, that level of disbelief.”
“Except the Easter Bunny doesn’t have the capability to kill with a thought or blow things up with a touch,” Kurt said dryly.
“Ah, you don’t know that,” Kitty murmured, finally looking up. “I’m so tired.”
Astrid rubbed her back between her shoulder blades, sighing. “Kitty, Kurt… I have to return to Germany on Thursday. Johannes is most likely going crazy with the girls and the dog and dealing with the winter move… But I want you both to know that you and all of your friends could come to us if the need arises. We’ll always find room.”
Kurt’s eyes became momentarily glassy as he imagined the entire population of the Institute squished into the Rom community. “Mutti, I don’t think that would work, but… danke…”
Kitty had a peculiar expression on her face. “I’m picturing Amara having to clean up after the animals,” she muttered at Astrid’s nudge. “And it’s funny.”
Astrid raised an eyebrow but managed not to giggle. “Does anyone know who’s snake that was earlier? Your Beast said it was not native to the area so it must be a smuggled-in pet…”
Kurt’s eyes went wide and Kitty made an eeping noise, tucking her feet under her legs on the bed. “Snake?” She looked up at Astrid, obviously nervous. “There was a snake in here? Where? Where is it now? How do you know? How big was it? Turn on more lights!”
Astrid did laugh then, albeit softly and maternally. “It was down in the library… All I know is that that Irish girl and the one with such a thick accent found it and ran screaming down the hall. No one was bitten and it was very short.” She held her hands a little under two feet apart. “Beast took it and put it in the biology class room in the empty terrarium.”
Kitty did not uncoil. “Kurt, check under the bed!”
Kurt sighed and kissed his mother’s cheek in good night and waited as Astrid kissed Kitty’s forehead and the women murmured their good nights before turning on every light in his bedroom and peering under the bed, the dresser and the narrow space beneath the bookcases. “No snakes, no bugs, no dust bunnies,” he announced a few minutes later.
She nodded. “I know. I wanted to get your mom out of the room.” She unfolded her legs and appeared the very picture of calm. “Snakes have a damned hard time climbing stairs.”
Kurt blinked. “How’d you know that would get rid of my mom?” he asked, sitting dowxt txt to her, his tail going around her waist out of habit.
She shrugged. “Panicky teenaged girls aren’t fun to deal with and she looked tired so…lucky guess.” Kitty shifted to better face him and said urgently, “Kurt, all of this the Professor is doing… it’s too late. Even if he mind wiped everyone right now, there’s still copies of the papers around, still news footage. He can’t have every last scrap of evidence destroyed.” She leaned forward, her fingers lacing through his and her voice dropping in her certainty. “We’re screwed, Kurt. There’s nothing left to do. Whether we’re forced out, found out or come out, we’re out.”
Kurt shook his head, closing his eyes against a swell of nervous panic. “Nein. Nein, we’re safe. We’ll be fine. We just have to be careful, take this one step at a time…”
“Oh really?” she said, releasing his hands. “One step at a time. So which step is first? Being dragged into the dean’s office and threatened or finding my bedroom door vandalized? Or maybe being stalked at the airport by some freakish photographer? Or could it possibly be getting hate mail from the KKK and fundie groups who think we’re evidence of evil?”
He reached for her before she could move away from him and pulled her closer, kissing her nearly chastely on the lips. “Liebes, I know it looks bleak but…” he paused and laid his had along her cheek, offering a weak smile. “We’ll be fine.”
Kitty stared at him for a long moment before venting a harsh breath. “Kurt, I love you. I’m crazy about you. But you’re too optimistic here. This… this isn’t good.” She pulled away and scrubbed her hands over her eyes and sighed again. “I have to go to Chicago on Saturday. There’s some legal mess to clear up. I should only be gone for the day and Storm’s going to take me.”
“When did this come up?” he asked, recognizing a diversion when he heard one.
“Ah, I’ve known since this morning. Before I even knew Logan was coming to the school…” She leaned her head against his shoulder and murmured, “Sometimes I think I must have been really terrible in a past life or maybe something really really good is going to happen later to make up for everything bad that’s happening now.”
“It’s not all bad, is it?” he asked softly, brushing a kiss across the top of her head.
“It has it’s moments,” she admitted before sighing and pulling away. “I need to go lay down, baby. I’m getting a migraine.”
Kurt reluctantly let her stand before suggesting she stay in his room. “It’s quiet… and I’ll let you sleep.”
She bit her lip, sorely tempted. “Bed check, though,” she finally said regretfully. “I don’t think my day’s been bad enough to let me get away with missing bed check.”
He nodded, knowing she was not refusing him because of herself but because of mansion rules. “I’ll come to you early, then, when Logan goes to the Danger Room.”
She nodded and leaned down for a not-so-chaste kiss. “In the morning,” she promised before phasing herself from the room. She stood in the dark hall for a long moment, knowing that he was just on the other side of the door and if she really tried, really exerted herself, she could ignore her burgeoning migraine for a short time to be with him. Steeling herself, she forced her feet to march her to her room, not stopping until she reached the door. Having a roommate meanat sat she had to be more careful, not just phase in where someone could be changing or otherwise having a personal situation. Her hand on the knob, Kitty paused. Someone was at the end of the hall, two someones. She frowned and pretended to kneel and tie her shoelace, listening intently.
“I don’t know,” Jubilee’s voice whispered. “It’s just too painful. I want to find him…”
Logan sighed. “Look, Sparky, it’s my job to stop you. But tell ya the truth, I’d do the same thing if I was you.”
Jubilee’s silence stretched to a point where Kitty knew she could no longer fake being occupied. She was bound to be noticed in the tense quiet that seemed to seep through the hallway. She stood and began to fumble quietly with the knob, pretending she did not see the duo at the far end, near the window. Jubilee finally spoke. “Cover?”
“No.”
Kitty smiled. _Good. _
“I’m going with you.”